The assassin's pupils constricted sharply, and his body involuntarily leaned back. But how could the guards allow him any retreat? Just as he leaned back, his back was immediately met with blades.
"Why aren't you speaking?" Fu Zhen stared at him intently, "Even if you're from the North, it's not a matter that will cost your life. Are you so afraid of revealing your origins?"
The assassin's eyes were sharp like an eagle's, and he pressed his lips tighter together.
Fu Zhen sneered, "So that's indeed what it means."
After saying this, she was silent for a moment, then gestured to the guards.
Yang Tong and the others dragged this assassin away.
Pei Zhan said, "Xu Yin speaks authentic Tanzhou dialect, yet as his close aide, this person is from the North.
"Is it the background of the people around him that's questionable, or is there something wrong with Xu Yin himself? Someone as suspicious as he is would only make someone a confidant if they were thoroughly known."
